Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.